Whoa
We
folded dreams like paper wings Sent them high on rubber strings
Marked the map with chalk and glue
Every step I walked with you
Even clouds can dance a while
If you lead with half a smile
We're the ones who find a way
Through the cracks of busy days
Pack our
lunches full of flight
Trade our wrongs for something right
If you slip or lose the tune I'll be humming next to you
Joy begins in passing light
We play notes on windowsills Sing with spoons and chasing hills
Scribble plans on wrinkled skin
Call it gold when we begin
When the clocks all lose their beat
We'll still find our steady feet
We're the ones who find a way
Through the cracks of busy days
Pack our
lunches full of flight Trade our wrongs for something right
If you slip or lose the tune
I'll be humming next to you
Even when the day turns thin
I'll be there where songs begin